Logan, she was hot. I had a great time with her. The sex was amazing. We had a lot of laughs, and she knows how to do things, man.” Richie drawled out the last word as he nodded his head. “Yeah I can’t wait to see her again.”
Logan was sitting at his kitchen table buffing saddle soap out of a pair of boots. Richie had popped over his house and walked right in. It had become a habit ever since Logan split with Linda. Logan wouldn’t answer the door, just sit and wallow, so Richie would walk in the side door which Logan never locked. And he figured if Logan didn’t want him to, he would have found that door locked by now.
Logan looked up to Richie who was leaning against the kitchen sink, drinking a cup of coffee. “Richie, you the man.” He chuckled. “Work your magic and see if you can get me a date with the Pertina chick.”
“Who?”
“The dark-haired chick who was sitting on my lap at the strip club.” He put the rag down and picked up a brush, and dipped it in the bowl of soapy water he had in front of him and began brushing the crack of the boot where it meets the sole to get out the excess cleaner.
“What’s her name?”
“Pertina or something, I think.”
“Bethany, maybe?”
“Yeah, Bethany, that’s it.”
“Pertina.” Richie chuckled as he shook his head. “We watched one of her movies the other day. She is a cutie.”
Logan nodded. “Oh, speaking of threesomes.” He chuckled.
Richie snickered.
“Carmen called me before, she’s looking to hook-up tonight.”
“Who?”
“Carmen, the chick from the Salty Dog.”
“Oh, oh, yeah, right. How come these chicks don’t have last names?”
“What’s Simone’s last name?”
“I don’t know. She wouldn’t tell me.”
“Maybe her name isn’t even Simone?”
“Yeah, I’m sure it’s not.”
Logan pushed his chair out from the table and rose up with the bowl and brush, and walked over to the sink, Richie moved over.
“So anyway,” Logan said, wanting to change the conversation. “Wanna go to the Skull for a couple of burgers for dinner? Jay’s been asking to see my bike.” It was a beauty. Richie helped him pick it out.
The Skull was short for Satan’s Skull, a little haunted dive nearby that only served burgers and beer.
“Yeah, I’m in. What time?”
“I gotta run over and see Heath first, then I’ll meet you at your place around seven?”
“Okay.”
“Good, then we’ll hook up with Carmen.”
Richie shrugged.
*
“Simone!” her roommate said, raising her voice because for the third time Simone ignored her.
“What?” Simone jumped, as she picked her head up from looking at her cell phone and removed an earbud. She had been staring at Richie’s number while listening to a Linkin Park song.
Lolita huffed out a breath. “What is wrong with you lately?”
“Nothing. I didn’t hear you. I had the music loud.”
Lolita shook her head. “Can you please make yourself scarce tonight? I got a couple of guys coming over.” Her frown turned into a devilish smile. “I told them I’ll be able to get them a part in a movie, and they want me to teach them how to act.” She winked.
Simone clicked the roof of her mouth. “You can’t get them a part.”
“How do you know?”
Simone just looked at her.
Lolita laughed. “Maybe I can’t, but they don’t know that. Now if you want to join us you’re welcomed to, but if not, can you please go out?”
“Fine, I’ll go out.” She rose up and went to her room without saying anything else, she wanted to shower and get the hell out of there before Lolita Hemingway, a.k.a., Vivian Johnson, Simone rolled her eyes, began her little soiree. She was always pulling shit like that. She’d bring the creepiest guys up to their apartment and have sex all over the place. Well, except for Simone’s room, she made sure she had a working lock on it.
One time she had come home and caught some guy beating on Lolita. She jumped on his back and
Logan was sitting at his kitchen table buffing saddle soap out of a pair of boots. Richie had popped over his house and walked right in. It had become a habit ever since Logan split with Linda. Logan wouldn’t answer the door, just sit and wallow, so Richie would walk in the side door which Logan never locked. And he figured if Logan didn’t want him to, he would have found that door locked by now.
Logan looked up to Richie who was leaning against the kitchen sink, drinking a cup of coffee. “Richie, you the man.” He chuckled. “Work your magic and see if you can get me a date with the Pertina chick.”
“Who?”
“The dark-haired chick who was sitting on my lap at the strip club.” He put the rag down and picked up a brush, and dipped it in the bowl of soapy water he had in front of him and began brushing the crack of the boot where it meets the sole to get out the excess cleaner.
“What’s her name?”
“Pertina or something, I think.”
“Bethany, maybe?”
“Yeah, Bethany, that’s it.”
“Pertina.” Richie chuckled as he shook his head. “We watched one of her movies the other day. She is a cutie.”
Logan nodded. “Oh, speaking of threesomes.” He chuckled.
Richie snickered.
“Carmen called me before, she’s looking to hook-up tonight.”
“Who?”
“Carmen, the chick from the Salty Dog.”
“Oh, oh, yeah, right. How come these chicks don’t have last names?”
“What’s Simone’s last name?”
“I don’t know. She wouldn’t tell me.”
“Maybe her name isn’t even Simone?”
“Yeah, I’m sure it’s not.”
Logan pushed his chair out from the table and rose up with the bowl and brush, and walked over to the sink, Richie moved over.
“So anyway,” Logan said, wanting to change the conversation. “Wanna go to the Skull for a couple of burgers for dinner? Jay’s been asking to see my bike.” It was a beauty. Richie helped him pick it out.
The Skull was short for Satan’s Skull, a little haunted dive nearby that only served burgers and beer.
“Yeah, I’m in. What time?”
“I gotta run over and see Heath first, then I’ll meet you at your place around seven?”
“Okay.”
“Good, then we’ll hook up with Carmen.”
Richie shrugged.
*
“Simone!” her roommate said, raising her voice because for the third time Simone ignored her.
“What?” Simone jumped, as she picked her head up from looking at her cell phone and removed an earbud. She had been staring at Richie’s number while listening to a Linkin Park song.
Lolita huffed out a breath. “What is wrong with you lately?”
“Nothing. I didn’t hear you. I had the music loud.”
Lolita shook her head. “Can you please make yourself scarce tonight? I got a couple of guys coming over.” Her frown turned into a devilish smile. “I told them I’ll be able to get them a part in a movie, and they want me to teach them how to act.” She winked.
Simone clicked the roof of her mouth. “You can’t get them a part.”
“How do you know?”
Simone just looked at her.
Lolita laughed. “Maybe I can’t, but they don’t know that. Now if you want to join us you’re welcomed to, but if not, can you please go out?”
“Fine, I’ll go out.” She rose up and went to her room without saying anything else, she wanted to shower and get the hell out of there before Lolita Hemingway, a.k.a., Vivian Johnson, Simone rolled her eyes, began her little soiree. She was always pulling shit like that. She’d bring the creepiest guys up to their apartment and have sex all over the place. Well, except for Simone’s room, she made sure she had a working lock on it.
One time she had come home and caught some guy beating on Lolita. She jumped on his back and
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